Wavelength

We are Janus:
one whole divided. Riding
the cosmic double-helix
of flame and ash borne
of our hair. 'Friendship'
is a thing which fails
to compare.

Anna

Anna;
your eyes flicker 'neath
flowing waves of flame;
Again and again distance
leaves me crestfallen.
Odes to thin-air, nothing
to compare or prepare
me for this headstrong
rush to the precipice,
thrust by a gust of
venerated whispers;
Making The First Step.